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Grandma I'm Home Ch. 01

By: akilfinch



"Grandma I'm home!" I shout as I enter the back door of the house that leads into her small kitchen. In the center of the kitchen is a round white table, all the condiments and fixings for a nice breakfast laid out and two places set. Buttered bread sits on the right side of each plate, mine with the crusts trimmed just like I like them. 

Grandma pampers me when I visit her, since we don't see each other much anymore. It's been a little more than a year since I last visited her house after Grandfather passed away and she found herself with the entire house to herself. It's a big rambling family home, much too big for one woman and she always says she'll sell it soon, I know the rest of the family can't wait for that day because she promised them a cut of the proceeds. 

Personally I want her to keep this house until she passes away - hopefully not for many more years. This house is full of memories for me, I grew up here and explored the woods behind the house on her property as a child. Later as a teen with the neighbor girls you could say that some of my fondest memories were formed here. 

I walk further into the kitchen and look around at the L shaped counter area, noticed that things look like she left in a hurry - mid breakfast preparation. "How long was I gone" I think, no more than fifteen minutes. I pull handle and open the door to her old refrigerator, leaning forward to place the milk she asked me to run and get on the top shelf. 

"Grandma?" I ask loudly as I close the ancient icebox and walk past the round table and it's four chairs. The right side of the kitchen is open leading into the living room area and the stairs that lead up to the second flight, where the bedrooms are. I hear a creaking from the floor upstairs and walk to the foot of the flight, something inside me telling me to be a little quieter than normal. I remove my sneakers and start to climb, padding quietly up the stairs. I'm not really sure why I want to sneak but enjoying the rush as my heart speeds up. 

As I make it halfway up the stairs I hear a sound from somewhere past the top of the stairs, a grunt and a muffled "woof" from my grandma and from the echoed quality it sounds like she's in the bathroom. With this realization my heart starts to really pound and I feel a familiar growing stiffness in my shorts. 

I've never spoken of it to anyone, but I have been nursing a growing fetish for my grandmother's private activities, and her shit is right at the top of the list. The first time I had the opportunity to smell a pair of lightly soiled panties in the basement laundry hamper I knew I was hooked. The musky scent of my grandmother's secret garden drove me wild, and from that day on I took any opportunity that arose to smell it again.

I reach the top of the stairs and say in a questioning tone "Grandma?" saying the word loud and using my new found puberty enhanced voice to project the word into the hallway. Deep down inside I feel like I'm doing something forbidden, something wrong and that is where the excitement lies. I want to stop but my curiosity is driving me forward.

I reach the bathroom door on the right side of the hall and lean close, turning my head to the left to bring my ear close. From the room behind the door I hear another grunt and a watery plop, and as my excitement grows so does the smell, I smile as I think to myself my grandma is taking a huge shit and there is nothing between us but a few inches of wood.

I'm shaking with the realization, heart racing at my new forbidden knowledge. My mind races with the repeating thought "I now know what it sounds like, I know what my Grandmother's shit smells and sounds like." A slow smile creeps across my lips as the smell gets stronger and I hear my grandmother start to emit a low moan. She must be really pushing out a large log this time, I think to myself. My heart is pounding like a drum now, what if she catches me? 

The thought of her suddenly yanking the door open and seeing her adolescent grandson leaning into the doorway smiling, sniffing deep the odor of her bowels is almost sweeter than the thrill that is currently running down my body and ending up in my shorts. I hear the soft splash as the last log she was painfully forcing out hits the water followed by a relieved sigh from my grandmother. She is almost done and I know I'm cutting it close by standing here. 

My mind skips ahead to the trip back down the stairs, these creaky wooden slats will surely give me away if I creep down too fast. A part of me wants Grandma to hear me, wants to be caught and punished. A part of me wants to be exposed just so I will see her reaction, in my fantasies I want to see the surprise in her eyes turn to lust as she realizes that she feels the same way I do, and she begins to bend over and... my mind has grown sick, I have to remind myself they will never play out in real life. 

I painfully adjust the massive erection that is now straining against my the inside of my underwear so hard that it's vertical, poking out of the band of my shorts and barely covered by the bottom of my t-shirt. With my cock in this position if there was to be a strong enough breeze my shirt would rise, exposing my third leg to anyone watching. They would get an eyeful of my stiff member jabbing hotly straight past my navel. 

I smile at the thought of my dick being exposed as I begin to creep back down the hallway towards the stairs. Suddenly a new thought occurs to me, so naughty and delicious that I feel a tiny gush of warm precum ooze out of my painfully erect penis. The fluid creeps over the tip of my cockhead and runs down my shaft, pooling where the elastic of my shorts meets my dickflesh. The thought that stops me in my tracks is "What if I knock on the door?"

What if I knock and play innocent, just to see what grandma will do? The thought electrifies me as I halt my progress down the hall and rotate slowly, my sock covered feet making no sound. " I'm frozen with the possibility."Let's do it," the voice in my head says. "Do it, and pretend like you don't smell a thing." I gaze at the door as the voice continues "Pretend you enjoy it," the voice says. "Do it and see how she reacts." I creep back to the whitewashed door and knock lightly, politely. "Grandma? You in there?" I ask, hearing her gasp inside followed by the sound of toilet paper being ripped hurriedly from the roll. My smile widens as the next idea occurs to me in a flash. 

Jiggle the door knob, the voice says, so I do. I gently wiggle it, and am immediately rewarded by the sound of the inner lock being snapped into place and the hollow bang of the toilet lid being dropped into place.

"Be right out honey!" my grandmother says through the door, a little shakily and high pitched. I hear the toilet flush thickly and my dick jumps against the elastic, jamming itself deeper into my navel and spreading the sticky warmth of my precum around the inside of my t shirt. I smile, my heart racing as I wonder what to do now, what to do. I listen and hear the water running in the sink, sounds of her quickly slapping her hands around in the water and soap. 

As I listen to my grandmother wash her hands another thought occurs to me I allow it to control my hand as I place it against the door, palm first. I push gently but firmly, making the door push up against the lock and creak in its frame. This gets the reaction I want, and I hear Grandma suck air in through her teeth and say with forced niceness "I SAID I'll be right out sweetie"

I think my little game has gone far enough, so I step twice quickly back from the door and compose myself. I quickly check that my shirt is hanging loose enough to hide the hot thick cord that is straining to escape from my pants and wipe the excited sweat from my forehead. Grandma opens the door with an uneasy smile on her face, a little flushed and with a slight sheen of perspiration on her face from the effort of her last bowel movement. 

"Hey sweetie!" she says, looking me up and down quickly. As her eyes travel up my body her welcoming smile falters slightly as she realizes on a subconscious level that something is wrong with this scene. Starting, she quickly turns back to the sink and retrieves her glasses that she removed during her defecation, setting them on her long wide nose with the practice of years. "Is everything alright, dear?" She asks, looking me up and down again. I smile and step forward, raising my hands to either side in the universal "hug me" gesture. 

"I'm fine grandma, can I have a hug?" 

She quickly looks down at her body and checks her nightgown, brushing it down over her large pendulous breasts and round wide belly before looking up and mirroring my gesture. "Of course honey," she says uncertainly "come to grandma." 

"Grandma!" I growl, lowering my voice slightly as I step forward under her arms. I allow my voice to slip just a little lower than normal, letting some of the recently acquired bass leak into my voice. It's the sound of a man, not the voice of her little grandson. If she notices she pretends not to and welcomes me in for a tight motherly hug, arms wrapping my shoulders as I slip mine around her waist and past her wide unfettered breasts.

The feeling of the outsides of her breasts brushing the insides of my forearms as I go in for the hug sends a shiver up my spine. I try not to let that surge of pleasure force my hips to forward into my rotund grandmother's warm belly. I tent my hips and hold my raging erection back while hugging my grandmother tightly with my upper body, while in the back of my mind a voice whispers Do it, see what she does if you grind your fat dick into her navel.

I'm tempted, but not this time. She gives me a warm squeeze and I squeeze her back, not too tightly and then let go, sliding back. "Did you get the milk?" She asks, releasing my shoulders and adjusting her nightgown again. 

As i step back reluctantly from her warm smell I smile and say "Of course Grandma, 1 percent just like you like." She smiles and nods as we both begin to turn and walk back towards the kitchen. 

"Thank you baby, you know Grandma can't tolerate whole milk like she used to." Her eyes dart from behind her bifocals to the bathroom door, and I know she is thinking of the effects that whole milk has on her. 

"Really grandma? I couldn't tell." I know this as well as she does, which is why I always buy whole milk for my Grandma instead of the lactose free brand she writes on the shopping list. I know it gives her terrible flatulence and absolutely rancid bowel movements, but I can't help it. Once the idea was born I couldn't let it go and after a few trips to the store I had to try it just to see if it could be done. Would she notice, I wondered. After the first time, I knew I could get away with the switch and for two weeks now I've been helping my grandmother maintain a very regular and hearty bathroom regimen. I enjoy it and I love my Grandma more than anyone in the world, nothing that comes out of her can be nasty.

She quickly sniffs the air and gives me a sideways glance, realizing that while she may have become used to the scent of her latest bathroom adventure during the making, I have been outside the bathroom and therefore should have been showing some sign of repulsion. "Baby, how long have you been standing out here?" I smile innocently and turn to her as we reach the top of the stairs.

"Not long Grandma, I just got back and ran up the stairs." I sniff playfully, pretending again not to notice the rancid scent of my grandmother's bowels that fills the hallway and flows down the stairs.

Still looking at me she relaxes a little, but with a frown crinkling her aging brow she begins to say "Well ok, but don't you smell... " 

I look into her eyes through her glasses and interrupt her innocently "Smell what, Grandma?" 

I can see her mind working as she struggles to determine whether or not I'm being serious with her. Grandmother lets her mouth hang open for a second before continuing "You mean to say you don't smell... well you know." She lets the sentence trail off, not wanting to appear vulgar in front of her only grandson. 

I can't suppress the smile that curls the corners of my mouth as I give voice to the sentence that she could not bear to ever speak "Smell your shit, Grandma?" I say with a smile.

My grandmother's mouth drops open with a small gasp and she pauses mid step at the head of the stairs, one foot beginning to lower herself down the second from the top step. "What did you say?" she asks in a threatening tone that causes my heart and hard-on to leap in response.

This is so naughty, the voice in my head whispers. She turns her upper body to face me I ask again boldly "Your shit?" I grin and look deep into her magnified eyes, caught up in the rapture of the moment. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't see the slap coming at all, so caught up I was in the adrenaline rush of actually allowing those words to leave my mouth in the presence of my grandmother. 

She reaches up with surprising swiftness and brings her liver spotted palm across my face, leaving a red imprint on my left cheek. She pulls the hand back and grabs it with her other, the pain of the impact hurting her as much as it hurt me.

The sound of her palm impacting my unprepared cheek resounds in the empty house, followed quickly by her gasp of surprise at what just happened. A cold sweat instantly springs up on my skin along with the shock of realization, my grandmother just slapped me! I raise a hand to my cheek as my mouth falls open and my eyes widen, staring at the object of my secret desires. 

I can feel my penis shrink and tuck itself as far down into my groin as possible, leaving a cold trail of fluid as it retracts. 

"Grandma!?" I manage to gasp out, to which she snaps out of her own momentary shock at the act she was forced to perform. 

"Don't you use those words with your Grandmother!" she shouts angrily. I stare at her, noticing the furrows in her skin as she puts on what I've come to know as her angry face. With pleasure I notice that she is putting on a face, she isn't really truly angry. She is putting on this act for my benefit as well as her own! I decide to play on her sympathies and allow a single tear to well up in my right eye and run down, pooling between the ring and pinky finger of the hand that rests on my hot cheek. 

My gamble pays off and immediately I see the mask of anger slip and one of regret replace it. She steps forward towards me and up off the second stair, wrapping her arms protectively around me. My hand is still raised to my cheek, and I don't lower it on purpose as I forces her to raise her right arm a little higher and wider to get it around my upraised arm. 

This lets more of her full body press into my own, a fact that I am fully aware of and I stiffen up and lean my upper body back, bringing more of her stomach and wide breasts in contact with my body. My penis instantly reacts to her closeness, pushing first down then out, then straining against the material of my shorts upwards into my grandmother's stomach. 

I sniff for effect and mumble into her hair "You hit me..." to which she squeezes a little tighter before drawing her face back. 

"You used terrible language baby, I'm sorry I had to do that to you." Her face hovers within kissing distance, in the back of my mind I imagine leaning my head forward and allowing my lips to press into her wrinkled but full lips. A shiver runs through me as I imagine the shock in her eyes turning into passion as she returns my kiss. 

My grandmother notices the glazed unfocused look in my eyes and then as she pulls away, I know that she also noticed the stiffness pressing into her soft round stomach. She glances down at the lump in my shorts and then back up at my face as she straightens, and the flash of confusion that passes over her face causes my cement hard cock to throb. 

She quickly turns away from me, backs away a few steps and begins to lower herself step by step down the stairs, mumbling "Sorry about hitting" over her shoulder. I watch her go, staring at her breasts as they wiggle side to side. She hastily eases her old bones down the dangerous flight of wooden stairs and I smile. 

I shout after her in my most innocent voice "S'okay Grandma! I still love you!" I get no reply but her silence. She realized a few beautiful things in that moment before she began descending the stairs, things that are straight out of my wildest fantasies. First, that I was standing in the hallway inhaling the sweet smell of her rancid lactose-intolerant shit. Second, that I had the balls to say the word out loud to her, in her face. Third, that for some reason that her mind could not wrap itself around, she felt my hard "pecker" pressed up against her body at the same time that she realized she was close enough to kiss her grandson. I could see that the string of strange new facts was a lot for her nearly 60 year old mind to digest at the moment, but I am a patient and young man. 

The seeds have been planted, and now the real fun begins.

Grandma I'm Home Ch. 02



After the slap that Grandma gave me at the top of the steps I wanted to give her a little time to cool down and digest everything that happened outside the bathroom door. I know I've been ready for this for a long time, but it is still new to her and she can't possibly embrace the twisted concepts being thrown at her so quickly. 

How could she possibly understand that her grandson has been swapping out her beloved 1% milk for whole milk just because he knows it makes her have to use the bathroom. How could she possibly come to grips with my sexual urges that started with puberty and continue stronger than ever to this day? She knows now that for some reason her grandson stood longer than anyone should have outside her bathroom door, smelling what was an admittedly hellish defecation. 

As she nears the bottom of the stairs I know she is trying to forget the feeling of my hot full penis against her lower belly while trying to come to grips with the lingering suspicion that something just isn't right with her grandson. I know her mind is flashing back to all the other questionable incidents that may or may not have happened in recent days, mysterious moments that left her doubting her senility. 

Just last night I found myself outside her doorway watching her sleep through the parted door, her breasts rising and falling with every breath of her fitful sleep. My approach to the room was masked by her loud snoring, allowing me to come and go as I pleased on the creaky wooden floors of her large Victorian home.

I stood there last night gazing raptly at the outline of my grandmother's full breasts through her thin sleeping clothes, back-lit by her Snoopy nightlight. Thanks to the glowing dog's weak yellow illumination I could clearly see her nipples, thick and unconsciously erect as they slid around under the material of her gown. I stood there squeezing my stiff penis that night and marveled at the fact that while she was laid on her back with her mouth wide open ripping loud juicy snores her breasts did not fall fully to the sides, they stood semi erect on her pale chest. 

My grandmother has been the recipient of a large new dose of estrogen thanks to my recent changes to her morning vitamins, and they have caused her to enter a second puberty. Her breasts, while always massive, have increased in size and girth sagging almost past her navel when she is standing and resting heavily on her thighs when she is sitting. She doesn't understand why, and wild horses couldn't drag the truth from me when she muses out loud "Your grandma feels like a schoolgirl again when you're around honey. Must be my morning walks." Whenever she mentions it I just gaze at her innocently, thinking and pretending for all the world to be ignorant of the changes that are wildly affecting her body. Yes, I thought to myself as I stood outside my grandmother's room, you are coming along nicely. 

The gradual and constant increase in her bra size has caused her to cease wearing them altogether, another fact that I pretended to ignore when she casually brought the subject up to gauge my awareness of the situation. Of course I pretended never to notice a thing, never to see the thickening of her nipples as they painfully become erect along with my penis every time she sways and jiggles her way around the house. I love my Grandma and would never want her to feel self conscious about the changes in her body.

Quite the opposite in fact. I've ignored the various changes in her body with such studiousness that she no longer thinks twice about walking around the house bra-less in front of her grandson. At first she was hesitant, glancing over at me nervously the first morning she realized that her bra was causing her more pain than it was saving. I savored that morning just like I savor every morning since, my dick thumping up against the underside of the kitchen table whenever she is around. Like a good grandson when she began going without underwear I did not notice that, either. She would never mention it to me but I know the reason behind this change in her at home wardrobe, she is having difficulty fitting even her largest pairs of "bloomers". 

The reason? Along with her new estrogen boost I've been adding a hefty double dose of Biotin, the hair growth vitamin. Much to my growing delight it has had a magnificent effect on my grandmother's body hair. That, combined with the new levels of estrogen her body is forced to cope with, causing her arm, face and pubic hair to increase almost comically in a few short weeks. Every night as I watch her rest from the doorway I observe the new growth between her legs, a thick black forest of new hair that stands proudly in contrast to her pale thighs. 

Thanks to this new and massive body hair growth none of her panties fit her anymore, I'm sure she attributes it to her new workout regimen. She's too old to shave down there so she has no choice but to let nature take its course, with stunning results. Every night as I fall asleep in her guest bedroom I fantasize about burying my face in that thick jungle of my grandmother's hair, filling my nose with her scent. One day, I tell myself. One day.

This morning, she is in a state of confusion. From where I stand at the head of the stairs I hear her enter the kitchen and resume preparation of our breakfast, the familiar sounds of morning calming my agitation. She may have begun to suspect my inner thoughts but she has no idea the depths of my love for her, how very deep and powerful my longings for her have grown lately. 

As I set foot on the stairs they creak, and I hear her pause for a second in her kitchen duties then resume. "I'm coming down Grandma!" I say, letting her adjust her mind to see me again after the recent violence between us. I don't want to cause her any undue stress that may cause her to send me home for the summer early, ending the fun and depriving me of one of the best summers in recent memory. I want her happy and content as I slowly adapt her to my needs and wants, I want her to grow literally and figuratively into the role of my new girlfriend. 

I chuckle to myself as I pad down the stairs. My Grandma, my girlfriend. The phrase has a nice ring to it, my grandma my girlfriend. I smile wider as I jump down over the final step and turn right into the kitchen, my grandma my girlfriend is bent over with a dustpan in her old but strong hands. Glancing around I see that she must have spilled some cereal, and is now struggling against gravity to sweep it up before I enter the kitchen. "Come on down honey!" she shouts between grunts, not realizing that I'm already down and standing behind her enjoying the show. 

Her swollen, distended breasts are pulling her nightgown down towards the floor and forward as they swing heavily forward and back, exposing her bottom to her grandson. I struggle not to sigh out loud as I behold the twin globes of my grandmother's wide rear end, cheeks slightly parted from the effort of bending and sweeping the floor with her hand broom. I stare in rapture at the explosion of hair that emerges from the dark vertical line of my grandmother's ass, straight and wiry black hair that resembles the mane of one of my her lucky bingo trolls. 

I smile at the comparison, my hand slowly sliding towards my rock hard dick. She is my little treasure troll, growing and swelling for my delight. As she grunts and wiggles around trapping the stray grains between the broom and pan her breasts ease the light blue nightgown even further forward and up her back, exposing more of her plump backside. I can see the trail of hair that leads from her ass crack and goes up her to join the hair on her lower back, making me breathe in deeply. Silently I inch forward on my sock covered feet, standing on my tiptoes to see higher over her arched back. 

Apparently the vitamins are having as great an effect on her back hair, there is a light fur covering almost her entire back, almost the exact same shade and thickness as her arm hair. It's almost all I can do not to dash forward and impale my penis deep inside her exposed vagina, and I slowly begin to back away. Not yet, if ever. To make such a rash decision now would ruin everything that I've built so far with her and I would rather die than let that happen.

I slowly ease my way back away from the shock of hair protruding from my grandmother's pale ass and back to the foot of the steps. I pause for one more second to admire the view, burn the image into my memory just in case I'm never this fortunate again. The view from behind as her massive breasts sway gently with her sweeping motions, the trail of hair that begins and ends in my personal idea of heaven... these images will stay with me for the rest of my life. I backtrack and slide my way back up the stairs, making sure to stick to the edges of each wooden step. I pause halfway up and cough, watching my grandmother suddenly jerk upright and with a free hang yank her nightgown back down. 

From where I stand on the stairs I can see her glance back over her shoulder at the foot of the stairs then let out an audible sigh of relief when she doesn't spot me. I descend the stairs again for the first time, smiling innocently. "Mornin' Grandma, something smells good." I say as I allow my eyes to roam her recently exposed body. "Yeah, well... take a seat. Home fries are almost done." She says sharply, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. 

"Yes grandma" I reply innocently, walking into the kitchen and plopping down in the nearest wooden chair. Feeling emboldened by the sight's I just witnessed I decide to try something. "You look really great this morning grandma. Did you sleep well last night?" As she empties the dust pan into the bin she turns her head to me and says "yes yes i did. How about you?" You can see something inside her wants to continue the conversation, the easy banter that we used to enjoy before the tension. Her face closes back up, and she says "well, lets eat."

Two weeks later:

I have begun to slip weight gain pills into grandma's weekly pill organizer. These pills that I ordered online and had delivered to a friend's house back home are designed to slow metabolism and increase appetite. Normally used by bodybuilders and people who have a problem keeping on weight due to one reason or another, they are having an explosive effect on my aging grandmother. Mixing them in with her normal vitamin and supplement regimen I estimate she has put on at least 30 pounds in the last week alone, her total weight is only a guess now. Like a good grandson I made sure to damage her scale so that the needle no longer moves. She has to know by now that the weight is unnatural, in fact i've noticed that she has made efforts to change her diet. The thing is.. these pills will not let her under eat. When she thinks i'm not watching she sneaks cakes, pies and cookies - all placed within easy reach by her loving grandson. 

Her dramatic weight gain has caused her to stop going out for her morning walks, to turn down bingo invitations from her girlfriends, and to slowly turn over all of the household duties to me. My summer stay may become indefinite if this continues, which would be perfectly fine with me. She has taken to sleeping late, I made extra effort to encourage her to let me serve her breakfast in bed and now sometimes lunch. Soon it will be dinner, and then... well who knows. I had no idea where this would end up when I began this journey to manipulate and change my grandmother, but I am enjoying the ride. I hear her calling me now.

"Sonny?" she calls me from the upstairs bedroom. "Honey?" she asks, with a hint of desperation in her voice. This is what I wait for, every day I wait a little longer to answer her call. I answer back "Coming grammy!" and turn to the table. I have prepared quite a feast for my beloved grandmother this morning: scrambled eggs with cheese, thick cut bacon, four slices of toast, and a short stack of pancakes smothered in butter and syrup. I place it all on a serving tray and begin to climb the stairs. "Coming right up sweetie!" I shout happily as I head up.

As I climb the stairs the odor hits me. I revel in it, it has taken the better part of a week to cultivate. With her recent weight gain, so fast and so unexpected, Grandma cannot wipe after her morning ritual the way she needs to anymore. The first time it happened, I had to sneak away to my room to rub one out I was so excited. My prim and proper grandmother, walking around the house with a dirty ass. The thought sends shivers up my spine and blood rushing to fill my penis. She was worried at first that I would notice the smell. When I pretended not to notice, she soon became used to her own scent. With the increase in fats that i've been placing in front of her, she has become the proud owner of a terrible case of almost continuous flatulence. 

Now I pretend not to notice when she lets one rip. She probably wonders why I don't comment, or why I don't seem to notice the smell that this high fat high protein diet is causing, but like all things she has had to come to grips with recently, she just lets it slide. Gradually she is slipping into a sense of unreality, her grandson caring for her like a husband would, calling her names that a husband should. 

I am blurring all the lines of decency, stretching her upbringing to it's limits just like i've slowly stretched her body and wardrobe. Gone are the nightgowns that retained some sense of body shape. She has over time been adapted to remaining nude under the sheets when being served breakfast in bed, thinking that her bed-sheet can hide her voluptuous body from my secretly prying eyes. I hid all the comforters, she doesn't notice or with the growing sense of unreality she doesn't seem to care, and is happy using a sheet. A sheet that reveals every curve of her body, nothing is hidden now.

I walk into her room inhaling the fragrance of my grandmother's feces and bodily fluids and sing out "good morrrning!" she fumbles at her nightstand with one hand before remembering that she misplaced her glasses a few days ago. I tried to find them, but I just couldn't remember where I hid them from her. It's a shame, she would be impressed by the size of the erection that her grandson is sporting under his boxers. I have taken to walking around in just a t-shirt and underwear during the daytime and at night now I roam the house totally nude. 

"Hello dear" she says, squinting at me to better see her breakfast. "What delicious treats have you prepared for me today?"

"Just a light breakfast" I lie, smiling "I know how you are watching your weight." I sit the wide tray down across her lap, knowing that it will be too far for her to reach over her overdeveloped breasts and wide round belly. 

"Can I feed you today?" I ask innocently, reaching for the fork. 

"Yes, I suppose if you want to" she readily agrees, knowing something is wrong but slowly giving into the routine. "Please be careful, we don't want a repeat of yesterday." 

Yesterday I allowed a piece of bacon to slip from my fingers and down her massive freckled cleavage. I quickly went to retrieve it, pulling it out before she could prevent me from plunging my arm deep down in between her breasts. As she watched in horror I popped the bacon into my mouth, saying "Mmmm delicious" She was disturbed by that display, but I could see something kindle in her eyes. Some appreciation of my acceptance of her body.

Grandma allows a rancid fart to bubble up from between her ass cheeks, which I of course do not notice as I glide the first forkful of food towards her mouth. Fork after fork of delicious food prepared with love and a special fattening ingredient: MSG. The white powder has the effect of making everything I prepare delicious, as well as increasing my grandmother's already furious weight gain. She is tending towards obesity, and I am loving every single pound. As I fork the final chunk of pancake into my grandma's mouth I say "All done. Was it good?" 

She looks at me with a loving smile and replies "It was delicious as usual honey, thank you. Now you'll have to excuse grandma, she has to tend to her morning ritual." I smile, nod and pick up the now empty tray. On the way down the stairs I can hear her grunting and struggling to move her body out of the bed, and my smile widens. This is going to be wonderful.

Winter:

"Sonny?" She calls from the bedroom. "Sweetheart?" she shouts, with a tremor in her voice. "Grandma is awake..." She starts, before letting her sentence trail off.

I stand nude at the foot of the stairs, idly stirring her scrambled eggs with the tip of my throbbing erection. We don't wear clothes any more, even in the deep of winter. I keep her room a toasty 85 degrees, and the rest of the house a comfortable 70. She has stopped noticing many things, my naked body the least of them. I reply "Coming honey!" and start to climb the stairs, stomping on the steps so she can hear my approach. "Sorry Grandma, I get distracted." 

"It's fine dear," she says as I near the top of the stairs. "Grandma loves you." The smell at the top of the stairs is rich, fecund. It colors the air and paints a vivid picture in scent. Grandmother has ceased to worry about many things, and her smell is among them. She has long since adapted to my sponge bathing her, trusting that if she did smell, I would tell her. I love my grandmother, I would never hurt her feelings in that manner. I love everything about her. 

I walk into her bedroom and sing out as I do every day "Good moornnning!" she looks up and smiles. "I made you your favorite" I continue lightly, as I circle the bed. "French toast, waffles, bacon, ham and sausage." I look up and down her glistening round swollen body, immobile except for her massive breasts that dangle off the sides of her thighs, and smile. She has messed herself again, a brown puddle that extends from the cleft between her thighs to her ankles. I pretend not to notice, even as she bubbles a frothy fart into the mess. I look forward to sponge bathing her later.

"Here you go Grandma" I whisper as I balance the tray on her wobbling belly. I have upgraded the tray to a larger model with longer legs that can steady the tray on the sides of her belly, resting comfortably. I have been steadily working to drop the last of her personal barriers, this month's goal is to get her to allow me to comfortably lick her face and nose without objection. Last night I lowered the temperature to her bedroom to a frosty 60 degrees, chilling her nude body and giving her a minor case of the sniffles. I made sure to return the thermostat to it's normal settings an hour before she awoke, around 6 in the morning.

"Oh, grandma. You have something there" I state as I place one hand lightly on her wide left breast, and lean forward towards her face. "It's just right..." I begin as I lower my face to hers. "There." I say as I give her wide full nose a gentle lick along the rim of her right nostril. She wrinkles her nose for a second but otherwise doesn't react, doesn't turn her head. This was the sign i've been waiting for, the moment that her resistance finally gives way. I give her nostril one last light lick before withdrawing, saying "I got it grandma, don't worry." The rest of the meal was spent trying not to drip pre-cum into her food as I fed her. 

Two years later:

"Honey can you bring me my breakfast now?" Grandmother asks between puffs of breath. She looks up at me with pleading eyes, nervous that this time I won't do it. Worried that this will be the day that I decide to abandon her. As I thrust my hot, throbbing penis into the slick space between her massive full breasts, I look down and say "Yes grandma, just as soon as I *grunt* finish" 

She sighs with resignation and reaches up between my legs to cup and fondle my testicles. She has been taught by now that this helps me finish sooner, and the sooner I can finish on her breasts, face and neck, the sooner she can have her food. Gone are the days of anything resembling a normal grandmother and grandson relationship. Gone even are the days of a normal husband and wife relationship. What exists now is something new, a creation that cannot be put into words or summed up in a neat sentence. 




Grandma I'm Home Ch. 02



People can see the home of a hoarder in it's final stages and wonder "How did it get this far? Who could live like this?" and i'll tell you how, it progresses one small step at a time. A pile of magazines here, a box of keepsakes there. What I have cultivated with my grandmother is something very similar.

My breathing speeds up to match the thrusts of my hips and grandma opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, making sure that it reaches down past her chin. I grab a handful of her grey, thick hair and give one final thrust forward and then moan "Unggghhh... yesssss" as rope after rope of thick white fluid spurt out of my pulsing penis and towards my grandmother's waiting mouth. The last few gushes hit lower, landing on her freckled neck. I relax my stance above her, easing my weight down onto her expansive stomach. Supporting myself on her headboard I slowly settle down onto her firm, full body, sliding my leaking penis down her tight breast cleavage and towards her navel. As I have done many times now, I settle my still semi erect penis into her deep navel, letting the last of my semen fill the cavity. I lean forward, crossing my arms and resting the elbows on her shoulders. 

"Thank you grandma" I say with a smile. "That was beautiful." She grins as she licks her lips clean, trying her best to neaten up her mouth and chin with her tongue. 

"It's my pleasure dear, you do so much for me it's only right I do something for you in return." This rote response gives me a shiver of pleasure, which cause me to squelch my penis forward into her obese belly's navel. Resting with my arms crossed I lean my head forward and take my grandmothers large nose into my mouth.

With an ease born of practice and repetition she angles her head to the side, to better allow my access to her nasal cavity. I begin to suckle at her nose, softly at first and slowly drawing her entire nose into my warm mouth. I slip my tongue into first one nostril then the other, delving deep into the hairy tunnels. Grandmother breathes out of her mouth while I explore, waiting patiently for me to finish my ministrations with the serenity of a crocodile allowing a clover bird to clean it's teeth. I deepen my tongue strokes into my grandmother's nose, beginning to move my hips and hump my penis in and out of her navel as I do. She is also conditioned to this behavior, and forces air into her belly to give resistance to my thrusts.

I shift my ministrations down to her mouth, forcing my tongue between her lips and up underneath to her gum-line. She bares her white teeth to me in response, allowing me better access to her gums. As the strength of my movements increase in and out of her navel I rub my tongue up and down her teeth, back and forth along her inner mouth making sure to cover every inch of her gums. She turns her head to accommodate my cleaning, moving in tandem with my tongue to make sure I can have the access I need. With a final shudder I ejaculate again, this time far into her deep-seated navel. As the spasms subside I allow my tongue to relax and withdraw from my grandmother's mouth. I move my head back and she looks at me expectantly, the way you would look at someone who has made a promise and now you expect them to keep it. As my eyes return to focus I give her a small kiss on the lips and say "Coming right up my dear."

I slide off of her wide slick body, moist with the sweat of our exertions. She follows me patiently with her eyes, smiling sweetly. "Feel better now dear?" She asks with a tremor in her voice. 

"Yes Grandma, I feel incredible. In fact, I have never felt this good in my entire life." I walk slowly out of her room, shaking a drop of cum from my softening penis to the floor. We have come so far and have exceeded my wildest fantasies, it is like living a dream.

As I walk down the stairs towards the kitchen leaking drops of quickly cooling semen, I allow my mind to wander. Where do we go from here? What else is left?



Grandma I'm Home Ch. 03



Heading towards the stairs after ejaculating not once but twice on my grandmother's body I am feeling sharpened. My thinking is unfettered, my mind is clear. I slow my thoughts as I pad down the stairs towards the first floor and the kitchen, sinking into deep self analysis. Is this wrong? Here I am, years later, walking nude down my grandmother's stairs. My flaccid penis is leaking semen on the steps my grandmother used to spend sunday mornings sweeping and cleaning. When I began this journey I had no idea where it would end, and after coming so far past the point of no return I feel a frightening sense of freedom, like the first man to step beyond the boundaries of the known world. I'm on a tightrope with no net, running over a deep and beautiful chasm and loving every minute. 

The sound of grandmother beginning to snore reaches my ears from the room upstairs as I reach the bottom. I smile, picturing my grandmother in my mind. Her body is forever altered now, her daily regimen of vitamins, growth hormones, muscle relaxers, and estrogen ensures she stays exactly how I need her to be; full, plump and bulging in all the right places. Practice makes perfect and I have refined my earlier clumsy attempts at manipulating her body chemistry and can easily achieve my desired results. Full, cartoon-like breasts naturally flop to the sides covering her armpits as she lies and propping up her arms. 

Her belly is body wide and round, resembling the belly of a woman in the final months of a long and complicated pregnancy. Her body hair was a problem; I did not know the proper dosage of biotin to keep feeding her at first. Now I have it exactly, a gross overdose by anyone else's standards but absolutely perfect for my beautiful grandmother. The hair in her pubic region is thick and lush, gone is the grey stringy hair that my grandmother was gifted with by nature. Some combination of the chemicals I include in her daily meals has reversed the graying cycle; her hair is a rich dark brown. She sleeps the sleep of the truly innocent, with all her needs cared for by her loving... What? What am I to her...? 

The night she woke up and called me baby for the first time was a milestone that changed things. The first time she kissed me back was another; I stayed erect for the entire day after that one. The first time she allowed me to accidentally brush my swollen erect penis past her face without recoiling in mock disgust... And the first time she wrapped her warm mouth around my shaft and began to apply suction, moving her head slowly forward fitting my thick cock deeper into her mouth. There have been so many firsts in my life, at a time when I began to believe that I had seen and done it all. 

I reach the bottom step and snap out of my reverie. I turn to face the kitchen, and through the doorway I am greeted by the best part of my day, a vision of beauty that is only rivaled by my grandmother's own wet dripping face after accepting my release. I look into the kitchen from the hall and see my mother preparing our breakfast, wearing only an apron. 

I cross the space between the stairs and the kitchen, her back is facing me and her attention is fully occupied washing the pots and pans she used to prepare this morning's feast. The motion of her work is causing her bare rear to shake and jiggle; as I get closer I stare at her peach-fuzz covered cheeks. I feel blood rush to fill my penis; the sight of my mother half naked in the kitchen this morning is filling me with energy and excitement. 

From the sink she half turns towards me and smiles, soapy suds clinging to her arms and almost reaching her elbows. She pouts her lower lip and blows a puff of air up into her face to blow a strand of blond hair from her face. With a smile as bright as the sun streaming into the house she says "Good morning baby, just washing up - breakfast is about finished. How did you sleep?" 

I walk up behind my beautiful mother and wrap my arms around her waist, encircling her tight flat abdomen. As I squeeze her firm body into mine I kiss my mother on the neck, then whisper into her ear "Good morning mother, I love you." As I speak these words I allow the tip of my penis closer to her rear, relaxing the tension in my hips. I can feel her instinctively push her ass back towards its favorite fuck toy, wriggling until the head of her son's cock is firmly planted between her ass-cheeks. I have no illusions that my mother may have more than one lover, but if she can be believed I am the only one that she allows to use her supple back door. Its virgin-like fit around my shaft when we fuck only solidifies this belief. 

I pull my head back from her neck, the indefinable scent of her skin still in my nose. Still holding her from behind I begin to hump and slide my now fully erect penis up and down the cleft of her perfect ass. As my cock smears precum in between her cheeks I say softly "We slept like the dead. We slept so good, she even had the patience for a morning delight. When did you get here my love?" I release her and step back, letting my eyes devour her backside once again. She feels my eyes and pokes her rear out, shaking it like a naughty school girl.

She is my adoptive mother, and until the age of 18 she loved me like her own flesh and blood. When I turned 18 she began to love me like a husband, and on my 19th birthday she told me that she owed me the truth. My adoptive mother and I took a road-trip to meet my last surviving blood relative, my grandmother. It was not long after that first meeting that I moved in with grandmother, under the not-entirely-false reason of wanting to get to know my heritage better.

I didn't know how to react during that first meeting. Mentally I was prepared but my body went absolutely insane with lust - and the experience gained fucking the woman I thought was my mother for the first eighteen years of my life didn't help matters. The intense attraction that I later came to learn was termed "Genetic Sexual Attraction" or GSA almost floored me that day. My knees felt weak and it was all I could do to hide my erection as my grandmother embraced me to her expansive bosom for the first time. I knew that day was the start of something life changing, the beginning of a new phase. I did not know exactly how it would happen, but I knew I had to make her mine - and my mother was more than willing to assist in my schemes once I confessed my true intentions. She was delighted and eagerly traded time with her son for stories, videos and mementos of the slow and steady conquest of my grandmother.

Wiping her hands dry on a dishcloth my mother replies "I've been here for about an hour dear. I've been here long enough to hear you all the way down here finishing twice on your grandmother. You and her have formed quite a bond, I am so proud of you baby." She turns from the sink, smiling as she drops the dishcloth to the floor. As her body faces me fully my mouth falls open of it's own accord and I am treated to the second best part of my day. My mother's surgically enhanced breasts look incredible under the straps of her blue frilly apron. From her shoulders a blue ribbon of material runs down the center of each jutting round breast, just barely covering the nipple. She bounces on the balls of her feet as she pushes away from the sink, coyly watching my eyes follow the motion of her firm DDD cups. I've always mentally compared her to Christina Hendricks, but never shared this with my mother. She is insanely jealous of any woman other than grandmother, and would not take my comparison lightly.

Her perfect breasts defy gravity and hold up her apron strings firmly as she moves. My eyes roam eagerly down her body, finally coming to rest on my mother's other unique, beautiful feature. Her apron lies flat against her toned abdominal muscles, but begins to rise as it nears her slim waist. Directly in front of my mother is a tent... a tent that would match my own if I was wearing anything more than a smile and a steady slow ooze of precum. On my 18th birthday my adoptive mother introduced me to many things, love, tenderness and a secret that she carefully kept from me from day one.

She reaches up behind her head with both hands and unties the strings that hold her apron against her body. Gazing into my eyes she lets it fall, unveiling her perfect body. She crosses both hands behind her head as she closes the distance between us, coming closer until we are almost touching. Between us is a bridge of skin, joined in love at the tip by a glistening bead of precum. You see, my mother was born with both sexual organs, and in addition to her delicious, sweet pussy she was blessed with a thick, 9 inch, uncut girl-cock. Staring into my eyes she steps closer, forcing our dicks to touch and raise together, a maneuver born of practice. She licks her lips as she says "dock with me baby"

Immediately my hands fall to our swollen cocks, all thoughts of breakfast forgotten in my lust. I wrap my left fist around my shaft and slide the right around hers, drawing her retracted foreskin forward over her wide swollen cock-head. I continue to draw it forward, applying pressure that causes her entire body to shiver in response. As her light brown foreskin fully encompasses the pulsating head of her girl-cock I move my hips forward, grinding the head of my penis up against hers as it hides inside her soft foreskin. She hisses between her teeth as our precum merges, and bumps her hips forward in anticipation. I tighten the hold on her foreskin as I my dick fits inside, drawing it further and covering the first few inches of my throbbing fuck-stick. Breathing fast together, we have not broken our lovers stare. She whispers "ready?" and I nod, my throat dry with the indescribable passion I feel for this woman, my mother. Together we begin to fuck each other's dicks, my left fist firmly clamping my dick in place, my right keeping her extended foreskin in place around our cum soaked cocks. 

The friction is unbearable, the excitement is incredible. Still staring into my mother's eyes, breath coming in gasps I say "I'm going to cum mom. I'm cumming." My beautiful mother says "yes baby, cum on mommy's dick. My beautiful son, I need you to cum all over mommy's big fat dick." Without another word I release my third and best load of the day, filling my mother's foreskin and causing hot thick semen to burst between my straining fist and rain down to the kitchen floor. With a beautiful feminine gasp my mother also orgasms, bucking her hips forward and stabbing her cock forward, ripping it from my grip. Her girl-cum gushes forward as her cock slaps up into her flat belly and then back down, instinctively I drop to my knees and scramble to shovel her hot wildly jumping dick into my mouth. I manage to secure my mother's fat, cum drenched dick in my mouth and immediately shove it down, swallowing as the head of her massive erection clears my tonsils and enters my gullet. Like a man possessed I jerk my rock hard dick with my left and reach around to clamp my hand around my mother's left ass cheek. I pull with all the strength I have left, jerking my mother forward and glomming her dick into my throat, heedless of my own need to breathe. She whips her head back and lets out an extended sigh that is almost a scream, jabbing her beautiful thick girl-cock one final time deep into the jaws of her only son. 

We slow, her breathing relaxes and chuckling, she withdraws her cock from my mouth. I release my death-grip on her ass and let my hands fall to rest on my thighs, kneeling in a puddle of our semen. I too begin to chuckle, pausing every few seconds to swallow any excess saliva and semen. I lick my lips, savoring the hot musky flavor of our love. My mother rests her feminine hands on my shoulders and leans down, pressing her wide mouth onto mine. Slowly we slide into a deep lover's kiss, my nude mother sinking down and wrapping her legs around my waist. We come together with the practice of lovers, bodies combining into a single unit, arms wrapping tight around bodies, mouths locked open in a deep unashamed throat-kiss. We mash our faces together, each partner's tongue fighting to fit deep into the mouth of the other. Finally we part, and my mother pulls her head back, drawing with it a thick string of saliva. Licking it into her perfect mouth she smiles and says "ok baby, now we REALLY have to eat."

We disengage and stand shakily, careful not to slip in the collection of bodily fluids that slicks the floor between mother and son. Smiling I say "yeah mom, you get breakfast ready and I'll go up and wake grandma."

As I walk away from my naked, semen spattered mother, I hear her stage whisper with a smile "and remember - I'm not here!"

What grandmother doesn't know won't hurt her.



Grandma I'm Home Ch. 04



Warning: this story contains incest, male anal sex, nasophilia, mucophilia, and a threesome between a hermaphrodite, her son and his grandmother. Viewer discretion is advised.

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Giving mother one last look I wobble out of the kitchen on shaky legs. Before I climb the stairs I pause and take a breath. I am utterly drained after what my mother and I just did in the kitchen, and I don't know if I can make the climb. I love my passionate mother, more than words or physical actions can express. The smell and taste of us fills my nose and coats my throat; the scent of our forbidden love made tangible.

I ascend, one step at a time, left hand clinging to the polished wooden handrail. Actually panting from the exertion I reach the top stair and breathe deeply, the scent of my grandmother mingling with the rank odor of mother-son incest. From downstairs come the sounds of mother plating breakfast, and from grandmother's room I hear the gentle drone of her snore. She is a very sound sleeper, totally undisturbed by the wooden creak of my feet as I climb the stairs.

I walk up to grandmother's room and slowly push open her door. As the opening widens the smell filling the hallway deepens, a cultivated organic smell that for some reason reminds me of flowers on a humid summer day.

"Grandma?" I whisper into the dimly lit room. Hearing only her snore, I ask in a normal voice "Grandma, are you awake?"

Her only reply is a guttural snort followed by a deeper, throatier snore. I push the door open fully, spreading the light from the hallway into the dark, warm room. The hallway's yellow glow illuminates my grandmother's full, plump body. She is spread eagle on her wide bed, arms forced flat, resting under her estrogen enhanced breasts. Her legs are spread wide by the thickness her belly and thighs. Her belly is firm, and round, inflated and firm. Grandmother's body has been fooled by the hormone cocktail to believe is in the middle of a long and healthy pregnancy.

There have been times where I've wondered if in fact she is pregnant, but that would be a miracle as we have not had sex. It is something that I imagined by now we would get around to, but in all of our sexual explorations we have not felt the need to consummate our relationship in that way. With my fingers, tongue and cock I've explored and fucked every inch of my grandmother's transformed body, but time and time again when the moment of vaginal penetration arises, I find that don't feel the need.

My grandmother's thigh muscles have grown thick, tapering where they meet her knees. Her calf muscles have equally become overdeveloped, a strange side effect of the potent hormonal and steroidal cocktail I feed her daily. Despite her enhanced musculature she remains bedridden; she is my prisoner as much as I am hers. I've tried to keep her muscles well exercised - providing her with workout devices, encouraged her to walk to and from the bathroom. She tried and tried as her body developed until the weight of her massive breasts forced her to beg me to stop. Since that day she has been content to remain in bed, only moving for cleanings and other activities.

I enter the room and walk to grandmother's bed, the sound of her snore growing deeper once I'm inside. Sometimes I wonder if my presence calms her - she always seems to snore louder when I'm near. I guess as I am the only companionship she has had these three years, this could very well be true.

Standing at the side of my grandmother's bed my relaxed cum glazed cock begins to awaken yet again. I watch her hormone enriched breasts rise and fall, so dense that they remain almost vertical despite her flat position. I reach out and caress her right nipple experimentally, watching as it firms up in autonomic reaction. Grandmother does not stir and my dick hardens, already leaking clear pre-cum. A part of my mind does not want to believe that I could summon up another orgasm - after this morning's fun with grandmother, then the massive nut that I blasted inside the warm cocoon of my mother's foreskin... I guess I am still pushing the boundaries of my sexual endurance. Using my right hand I again tease Grandmother's hardened nipple, this time with my swollen cock-head. The motion sends ripples through her swollen breast tissue and causes her to sigh unconsciously.

Throwing caution to the winds I climb up and straddle my grandmother, placing my hands on her shoulders and my knees on either side of her wide belly. The pressure of my legs on either side of her torso compresses and firms her stomach beneath me. Her breathing hitches as she compensates for my weight, then evens out again into long slow inhales followed by rapid exhales. I smile with surprise and pleasure; she is virtually in a coma. I slowly place my hands on her massive breasts as they lay horizontally pointing away from my grandmother's body, each ovoid and full, flesh colored watermelons. She does not stir as I shift my weight to my palms, compressing her dense breast tissue. They spread out a few inches under my weight, but otherwise bear up to the pressure like... well beanbags. My dick is burning hot, rock solid and throbbing with my racing pulse. As I consider my next move, staring down into my grandmother's open, snoring mouth, I sense a presence in the room behind me.

Still balancing myself atop my grandmother's body I turn my head. My mouth falls open as my nude mother slowly walks into the room, balancing a wide Tupperware food tray laden with every morning breakfast staple imaginable. This model of tray is legless, grandmother's belly has grown far too wide for the previous tray and now it must be balanced atop her fully belly when it's time to eat. Mother's beautiful thick girl-cock is flaccid and long, swaying with the motion of her hips as she saunters closer.

I smile and whisper to my adoptive mother "She's out cold; nothing I can do will wake her."

To demonstrate I bounce up and down once, my ass and balls pushing down on Grandmother's belly and my palms further spreading her plump breasts. Mother smiles and places the food tray on a nearby table, shoveling a pile of junk mail to the side. Grabbing a pancake she folds it in half and dips it in a cup of warmed syrup before guiding it to my mouth. Perched atop my unconscious grandmother I eagerly accept a bite of the golden brown pancake, turning back to look down at my grandmother as I chew. I have burned off hundreds of calories this morning, and my body is consuming itself in its hunger.

A drop of light brown syrup falls from my lip and splashes down on the corner of grandmother's left nostril. I inhale sharply, and then begin to shake with a suppressed giggle. Mother sees and clamps her hands over her mouth, spurting orange juice as she struggles not to burst into laughter. Still smiling I move my head down and quickly lick the golden brown droplet of syrup from my grandmother's nostril. Before withdrawing my head I notice she is not using her long, wide nose to breathe - only her mouth. I slide my syrup sweetened tongue deep into my grandmother's nostril. Exploring deep I taste the echo of my earlier ministrations, as well as the salty sweetness of her mucus.

Using my tongue I explore deep, wrapping my lips around her nose to form a seal. Slowly I begin to apply suction to my ministrations, pulling her head upwards with me as I violate her nasal cavity with my tongue. Her mouth breathing deepens as I suckle the mucus from her nose, emboldens me to go further. Sucking with gusto now I run my tongue from nostril to nostril, exploring the entrance of each as I pull on her nose with my mouth's suction. Her head is jerked up as I cannot take it any longer and reach down with my left hand, shifting my full weight to my right hand for a moment.

I balance on my right hand as I maneuver my painfully erect dick down her stomach and into my grandmother's deep navel. With my thick cock aimed at her navel with a shiver I lower my hips, fitting my fat dick into my grandmother's belly. I switch my weight back to both hands, and begin an alternating suction and pump rhythm. With mother watching, transfixed, I suck grandmother's nose, pulling her head up as I push my hips down and forward. This motion clenches my ass cheeks and jams my dick with a squelch into her navel. In with the nose, down with my cock. Grandmother's breathing adjusts to the pressure on her belly, puffs of air on the exhale as her belly is compressed, and inhales as I suck her nasal cavities. Behind me I sense movement and I slow my fuck and suck, curious.

Mother is climbing up behind me on the bed; her feet placed just inside grandmother's spread legs. Balancing on the balls of her feet, she places her soft hands on my upper back, just under the shoulder-blades. I smile with my grandmother's nose in my mouth, and raise my hips in answer. Mother wastes no time and I hear over my shoulder the noise of her spitting into her palm, followed by welcome wet warmth as she spreads her saliva between my ass cheeks. She coats my relaxed anal sphincter with her spit, and positions the head of her fat girl-cock against the opening of my shithole.

"Ready baby?" she asks in a whisper, moving her hands up and wrapping them over the curve of my shoulders. I nod, unintentionally forcing my grandmother to nod as well as my mouth is still locked around her nostrils.

Mother slowly slides her dick into my ass, not pausing in its slow forward motion until her pink balls rest against my taint. Fully sheathed in her son's asshole she leans forward and kisses my ear, then kisses the back of my neck. I look to the sides and notice that my grandmother's breasts are pressed wider than before with the added weight, and something even more alarming - her nipples are leaking a clear, milky fluid. My distraction comes to an end when mother starts to really press our luck, withdrawing and then jamming her long cock harder into my bowels, rocking myself and grandmother. It really is amazing that she hasn't awoken, I think to myself.

Every time my mother's hard cock penetrates my body I am forced to jam my equally stiff dick down and into my grandmother's navel, making her release a puff of breath against my chin.

With a wet slurp I release grandmother's nose from my mouth and raise my head.

"Oh mother, I fucking love you." I whisper as I thrust my hips forward into my grandmother's stomach, away from my mother's thick girl-cock. "Just like that, fuck your son" I groan as her full prick fills my rectum and gives me that sweet oh-I-need-to-shit feeling.

As mother slaps her hips forward I push my ass back into her, our sweat soaked bodies moving in a rhythm that only practiced lovers can obtain. Arching my back I pull my hips back and jab forward with more energy, fucking grandma's navel. Carefully I re-balance myself by moving my hands one by one from her expansive breasts to her shoulders.

"You are doing so well, please don't stop mommy" I whisper, feeling like a god as I fuck my rock hard cock into my grandmother's body.

Mother's only reply is a deep sensual moan. Grandma is beginning to sweat, something that at the time my lust addled mind doesn't register. "Cum..." my mother whispers into my ear as she rams her rock hard penis forward into her son's anal cavity. "Cum all over your grandmother's big belly"

Grunting, I fuck my grandmother's pre-cum lubricated navel, penetrating deep with each stroke. She sighs and puffs underneath me with the effort of being ridden by her young muscular grandson. When grandmother begins to wheeze from the pressure of two adults atop her body I decide that I do not want her to wake, and begin to stiffen up. Mother feels the difference and slows her thrusts, coming to a stop.

She leans forward, rock hard girl-cock still embedded deep inside my rear, and whispers "What's wrong honey?"

I shake my head, and move my hips back and up, dislodging my slick penis from my grandmother's naval pussy. Mother understands and withdraws her slick cock from my ass, the head making an audible pop as the head of her swollen member clears my tightening sphincter.

I wait for her to climb off the bed before climbing off of grandmother, and stand to face her. We stand face to face, our dicks close enough for the tips to almost touch. "I don't want her to know, not just yet." I whisper, to which mother replies with a slow nod. She gives me a kiss and whispers "I'll be downstairs baby, when you're done feeding grandma come down and finish me off"

I watch my mother's tight rear move away and through the bedroom door. I smile sweetly at her as she turns to blow me a kiss goodbye. I love my mother but something inside doesn't want this part of our fun to end just yet; I need to keep her a secret for a little while longer.

I turn back to face grandmother and my balls contract into my body with shock. Grandmother is laying there, eyes open, looking directly into mine. A chill surges through my body; I feel the ice cold hand of shock slap into me. The hair on the back of my heck stands up, and I feel like I am being forced out of my body, watching this scene from a third person perspective. I cough, stalling for time as I am for the first time in years, caught entirely off-guard. Grandmother's gaze leaves my face and roams down my body, her expression unreadable.

I am frozen in place by fear, my once erect cock now flaccid and shrinking, the fear of discovery the ultimate buzz-kill. A shudder passes through me as I see my entire future play out... everything that I've worked on come crashing down around me. I envision the false reality that I've painstakingly built up around myself and my grandmother falling like so many dominoes, a house of cards meeting a violent windstorm.

As if in slow motion I see her begin to move her lips, but no sound comes out. I realize that I cannot her past the thumping of my heart in my ears, and take a deep breath. Over the white noise of panic I realize that grandma is saying something, and that she does not appear angry. Shaking my head I take another deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut and bracing myself for what must come. Opening my eyes I clear my throat and manage to croak "What, grandma?"

"Breakfast," she repeats, in a patient, calm tone. "Thank you for bringing up breakfast, baby."

The struggle not to sigh with relief is monumental. My eyes begin to water with relief and despite my best efforts must show my amazement, because she smiles widely and asks "Whatever is wrong dear? You look like you've seen a ghost. You're as pale as a sheet, are you sick?"

A wide grin splits my face and I now see a different future spread out ahead of us. A future unlike anything I could have previously imagined, one that is so full of possibility that my mind is spinning. As my penis stiffens again I reply "I'm OK grandma, just happy to see you awake. I knew you had to be hungry after the morning we had. I apologize for the wait; I hope you're ready for a big meal."

Grandmother smiles and says "I am baby; though I have to be honest my tummy feels a little strange." In quiet contemplation she lets out a small burp of air. "...and my breasts feel a little tender. I think your grandmother is going through a second puberty!" She laughs, causing her breasts to jiggle in response.

"I feel like a teenager again, so full of life. Something changed the day you came back into my life, and has not stopped since."

"I love you grandma," I say with a smile, as I cross to her bedside. She tries to wiggle over a little to make space for me to sit by her side, adjusting one fat swollen breast as best she is able in an attempt to make room. In response I climb atop my grandmother again, settling comfortably on her full belly.

"Oof, careful there sweetie. Grandma is no spring chicken." She says with a smile, breathing deeply. "And your big pecker is poking right into grandma's belly button."

"I love you grandma," I repeat, lowering my face closer to hers. "I love you so much; you are the only woman for me."

"Thank you dear-heart. Your grandmother loves you too. Before you came into my life I was so alone, everyone else in our family has moved or passed away. You are such a blessing to this old woman."

"Shush grandma, "I say with a smile "...you are not old. You're my beautiful young..." I hesitate, my heart begins to race. Trusting my gut, I forge ahead with this potentially dangerous statement. "You're my beautiful young wife and I love you."

Before she can reply I lower my lips to her and slide my tongue into her mouth, angling my head to the side in order to get deeper, faster. She resists for a half second before relenting to her grandson's kiss, opening her mouth wider to accommodate. I probe and explore, letting my tongue map out the insides of her warm mouth. Slowly I push my tongue down, widening my jaws to wedge it deeper into her mouth. She responds in kind, stretching her mouth into an elongated oval, accepting my exploration patiently. I begin to slide my penis in and out of her navel again, this time with my grandmother's participation. She forces air into her belly in an attempt to firm it up for her grandson, who she loves dearly. She wants me to cum; her training over the years has her instinctively responding to my needs.

I raise myself up and onto the headboard, bringing my slippery penis in line with my grandmother's mouth. She opens her mouth and accepts my cock as I ease my hips forward and down. I hear grandma inhale through her nose as my cock passes her choke point and down, into her throat. I begin to slowly fuck her mouth, not wanting her to begin to refuse my throbbing member. Supporting my weight on the headboard I feel my arms begin to tire, and seek to move my legs into a more supportive position. As it is now, they are dragging behind, my knees stopped on the undersides of my grandmother's wide, full breasts. With a heave I support my entire weight with my upper body and raise my knees up on top of her mammary glands, causing her to moan with the new pressure on her breasts.

Moving her head back and to the side grandmother pops my saliva coated penis from her throat and mouth. "Deary, that hurts a little. Grandma's breasts aren't meant to support a big boy like you. Could you..."

Without hesitation I jab my rock hard cock forward again, poking her lips with my engorged cock-head. She resists for a second before opening her mouth, and straightening her head. With a moan she accepts my cock back into her throat, and lets me resume making slow love to her throat. In and out I slide my cock, becoming more and more excited with every push. I withdraw my dick and allow her to inhale through her nose, keeping the head resting just inside her mouth. I can feel her explore the underside of her grandson's penis with her thick tongue as she waits for my next action.

The texture of her tongue and the light friction on the underside of my throbbing member combine with the erotic knowledge that I was just riding my grandmother's face pushes me over the edge and without moving my hips I release, a calm but full orgasm of thick semen. Gush after gush runs down my grandmother's tongue, and gush after gush she swallows. I look down at my grandmother, eyes closed, with my thick wide dick parting her full pink lips. Using my right hand I grab the base of my dick, and poke my hips back - withdrawing my dick from her hot moist mouth.

I rub the tip of my dick on the underside of grandmother's nose, smearing cum into her nostrils. Side to side I grind the slit of my still erect penis, lifting her nose and widening it on the head of my dick. I begin to move it harder, making a wet sound as my semen begins to froth and mix with the mucus that is coaxed from grandmother's nose.

"Blow grandma, blow." I say, softly. Without opening her eyes she exhales from her nose, unloading saliva and snot onto my now fully erect cock-head. I mush my dick into her nose a few more times, enjoying the slippery feel and the sight of grandmother's nose as it flexes and curves around the round tip of my manhood. Satisfied, I begin to dismount, sliding back down grandmother's round body. She sighs with relief as my knees leave her breasts, reaching up with her hands to feel the indentations left by her grandson's knees.




Grandma I'm Home Ch. 04



"Grandma enjoyed that baby." she says with an uneasy smile. Glancing to the food tray she asks "Do you think we can eat now?

With a warm loving smile I say "Coming right up my love." I reach up and with my index finger wipe a string of mucus and semen from grandmother's nose, which I then poke into her mouth. She accepts this gift, licking her lips and sucking lightly at my finger as it leaves her mouth.

I can honestly say life is good, but what the fuck comes next?



Grandma I'm Home Ch. 05



Warning: this story is in my opinion the most extreme entry into this series - contains grandmother grandson incest, bondage, anal sex, scat fetish, urination fetish, a hermaphrodite, hypnosis and very bad words. Viewer discretion is advised. 

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On my 18th birthday I was introduced to incest by my surgically enhanced, hermaphrodite, adoptive mother. Not long after she felt she owed me the truth and I was introduced to my last remaining blood relative, my grandmother. 

Through subtle manipulation I managed to stretch that summer visit into a month, then a year, and then three. In that time I transformed my grandmother from a maternal figurehead into my willing lover, sex toy and de facto prisoner. In December of year two my mother began to sneak into the house to check on me, and occasionally watch me use my grandmother, my incestuous relationship with my grandmother serving as fuel for her sexual fire. She would then use that sexual energy with other partners, in other relationships.

We fell deeper in love and as the third year of my grand experiment came to a close mother and I resumed our own relationship, making time to fuck in every part of grandmother' house. Just like the old days we would drop whatever we were doing and pounce on each other, our bodies smashing together in pure incestuous lust. Mother became very comfortable in grandmother's house during year three, and one morning she crossed the line and became a participant. She helped by bringing breakfast upstairs and seeing an opportunity she initiated an inter-generational threesome, son, mother and grandmother. This was the catalyst for a new level of depravity; a sex act that broke new barriers, smashing walls that I did not know existed.

Climbing atop the bed that morning mother changed everything, something she would slowly come to terms with in the coming years. She stepped into my experiment that day, and our already unique mother-son relationship would be forever changed. 

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YEAR THREE:

"Mother," I began in a gentle tone "I have a confession."

On her knees facing me is my beautiful mother, naked. In her perfect, smooth hands she holds her thick girl-cock, deep pink and throbbing with excitement. In front of us on the floor is a plate filled with breakfast, grandmother's first meal of the day. On the menu today is pancakes, thick breakfast sausage, scrambled eggs with cheese and a pile of thick, crisp bacon.

Across from her I kneel, my equally engorged cock throbbing inches above grandmother's eggs. I stare into her eyes, waiting for her reply. As we slowly stroke our dicks, she purses her pink lips with curiosity.

"OK baby, I'll bite. What is your confession?" Mother's breasts wiggle enticingly as she begins to speed her hand motions. I hear her gasp and realize that her orgasm is near - I'd better get this confession out of the way and fast.

"Mother," I begin "remember when I told you that I wasn't fucking grandma?" 

"Yes dear, something I'll never understand. Continue..."

As my breathing speeds up to match hers, I say "well... that's not entirely true."

Mother's beautiful blue eyes widen in mock surprise. "Well fuck me that really is great news! How long... wait. Why haven't you told me until now?" she pauses in her masturbatory motions, gripping her fat cock tightly to hold back the building orgasm.

"Well, "I begin "It's not exactly normal sex, mommy."

Mother emits a snort of derision, and says "Well what the fuck about this is normal, baby? In case you haven't noticed we are kneeling over her breakfast, about to cum on her eggs and pancakes - your idea I might add."

I smile coyly and reply "Well mommy this is a little stranger than we are used to."

Mother's expression becomes slightly alarmed as she resumes stroking her massive full cock. "Oh please, do tell."

"Well," I say with a naughty smirk "let's finish and I'll fill you in. Is that OK?"

Mother smiles and spits into her palm then continues. "OK baby, if that's the case then I'd like to... "

With this pause in her sentence Mother leans her beautiful head back exposing her smooth neck and moans low like an animal. Through clenched teeth she says "direct your attention to your mother's big fat dick as she..."

With a jerk of her hips and a gasp mother begins to orgasm, the first thick rope of pearlescent semen drawing a quick line across the top of grandmother's short-stack. Seeing mother's cum pushes me over the edge and I grunt in reply, squirting my load directly into grandmother's scrambled eggs. We both shudder and gasp as our cocks pulsate over grandmother's breakfast, unloading the contents of our balls.

With a sigh mother shakes the last drops of hot girl-cum from her beautiful pink cock. "Now, I believe you owe me a confession, young man. Give."

As my heart rate slows I say with a sigh "There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. I've been fucking grandma in her ass."

Mother looks at me with an unreadable expression, somewhere between confusion and disappointment. 

"...And? Compared to shooting cum with your mother into her eggs, that is peanuts. There must be more, stop holding out."

Mother stands and tucks her long, deflating cock back between her legs, forming a false vagina. I frown, and mother smiles. She knows that I hate when she mistreats her cock, and when she tucks in front of me I know she is doing it just to punish me.

Pouting her full red lips mother says "You make with the secrets young man and I'll let your favorite dick free again. If not..." With the pause she reaches for a pair of discarded panties, left in lust on the kitchen table.

I smile, raising my hands in defeat before I rise and stretch, arching my back. 

"OK mommy, OK. You're right; there is more to this confession - so much more."

With a triumphant grin mother asks "Ok, tell me this, how long have you been sneaking that big dick into your grandmother's asshole? Was I home?"

"No mother, I usually wait until you go home."

Frowning she asks "But why baby? Why hide such a relatively mundane thing from me?"

Lifting grandmother's breakfast from the floor I reply "it's not the ass-fucking that I am ashamed of, mom." I say, "It's what I do before and after. Let's take this up to grandma and I'll explain."

Mother sighs and steps towards the sink to grab the silverware. "No matter what you say, it will not change how I view you baby. You are my only son, and I love you to death."

"I love you too mommy. I would die for you, and that." I say as I point to the hairless cleft between mother's legs. "I love your big fat mommy dick."

As we make our way towards the stairs mother's tummy begins to gurgle. It's not the normal polite 'oh I'm hungry, feed me now' stomach growling, it's more of a wet 'I just woke up from a late night Mexican food run' sound. Mother thinks she is simply hungry and laughs it off, but I know better.

Last week mother began a new fitness regimen, based around protein liquid meal replacements and dance-aerobics. The classes that she attends every other day have done wonders for her already flawless figure, she feels better and the sex has gone from incredible to godlike. Knowing my tendency to meddle in other's diets she took special pains to prepare her shakes at her place, and then bring the sealed shake container with her here to drink for breakfast and lunch. She makes sure to keep an eye on the container, even going so far as to place a hair across the lid when she thinks that I'm not looking. I see everything, and when she did not give me an opportunity to investigate, I created one.

Two days ago I fed mother a laxative in the only way she would not expect, the only way that she would never imagine her baby boy would dare - by slipping it, along with my cock, into her beautiful tight asshole. A gentle herbal suppository, designed to bring relief from light to medium constipation. When mother found herself urinating from her asshole not long afterwards, I took that time to check out the jug that she placed so carefully in the refrigerator, bottom shelf. The meal replacement was dark brown in color, watery in texture... perfect for concealing all sorts of goodies. Before she could fully empty her colon I slipped another laxative suppository into the container and resealed it, making sure to replace the single golden hair strand.

After that day she knew with a mother's instinct that something was up, she regulates her diet with the precision of a Swiss clock, and would never ingest anything that would cause diarrhea. She checked her protein filled container, satisfied that it was tamper proof. She felt on a primal level that something was up, but just could not prove it. Since that day, every morning I've slipped a laxative into her bottle, to keep her regular and set the stage for the next step in mother's development. I don't want her to gain weight or muscle mass, my mother is perfect and her body is my temple - I worship there daily. No, it is not her body that I want to alter; it is her powerful, sharp mind. 

For a long time now I have wanted to hypnotize mother, but mother is part of the 25% of the population that are immune. This being the case I need a little help to get the ball rolling, to soften up her previously impenetrable defenses. To this end along with her daily laxative I've been adding a very small dose of Trapanal to mother's liquid diet, obtained a great expense from an online friend in Germany. This is the second week that I've kept it in her system and her suggestibility and susceptibility to hypnosis techniques has greatly improved. Before breakfast this morning I managed to put mother into a ten minute trance using only my voice and a gentle caress of the back of her hand. I woke her up and we continued our day, leading up to this point. 

We climb the stairs to grandmother's bedroom, mother in front of the silverware and napkins, and I walk behind her heart shaped ass carrying the main foodstuffs on a wide, Tupperware tray. Mother is finishing a sentence, lost in thought I missed the start. Continuing she finishes "...so then Bobby told me that I was his best student, in front of the whole class!"

Smiling I reply "that's great mom, real great - are you and Bobby fucking?" 

"No baby," mother replies flirtatiously shaking her firm, cream colored ass "You're the only man that I let enter this body, and don't you forget it." 

Deepening my voice I say "Mother." 

At the sound of my voice she slows her steps, and pauses. "Yes baby? Why are you...?"

Interrupting I say again "Mother." using the same intonation that I used this morning. 

In a small voice she replies "What baby?"

I reach up and caress her left hand with mine, balancing the tray on my right. With this touch she becomes frozen, a mannequin posed on the steps, halfway up. The silverware remains clutched in her delicate fingers, ass jutting proudly into her son's face.

I dodge around mother, and run to grandmother's bedroom. She's snoring out like a coma patient, so I just place the tray on her bedside nightstand and run back out of her room to the bathroom on her floor. Under the sink we keep a bright orange bucket, just in case of emergencies. I grab the bucket and run back to my frozen mother. 

On the steps behind mother I say "Mother, shit. Now" 

I position the bucket behind mother's round, firm ass and wait for the show. Without hesitation her cheeks part slightly from the pressure and a gush of brown, chunky liquid floods the bucket. I say "Mother, stop." and the flow ceases as she clenches her sphincter shut. Looking down at the brown frothy mess in the bucket I smile, the smell is not entirely unpleasant - mother's diet consists of artificial proteins and supplements, what comes out the other end is closer to organic cow manure than anything. 

Walking back down the stairs I say "mother, follow" and am rewarded by the sound of her footsteps behind me. We return to the kitchen and walk to the table. With my heart racing I say "mother, get on top of the table' and she does, then I say 'mother, squat" I again hold the bucket up behind her shit smeared ass, and get ready.

Heart pounding I swallow and say "mother, shit. Hard." Braced as she is in a crouch she grunts and expels an explosive burst of feces, followed by a few solid clumps that splash into the filth that layers the bottom half of the bucket. With her bowels completely emptied she continues to push, grunting but getting nowhere, her beautiful pink pucker putting on a mesmerizing show for her son. Ass cheeks spread wide, my beautiful mother then releases loose a long low fart, after which I say "mother, stop." and she does. 

Feeling like a man on fire I say 'mother, lay on your back" and she does, her shit smeared ass leaving stains on grandmothers good table. I say again "mother, legs up - hold your knees' and she does, wrapping her hands around the backs of her knees. With her ass raised off the table, I know I'll have hell to pay but I say it anyway "mother, piss"

To my surprise, mother turns her head and locks eyes with me. With a smile in her beautiful blue eyes she purses her lips and then replies "Son, no."

Mother was aware of my... she shit on the stairs? She shit on the kitchen table, into a bucket? With this new information bullet ricocheting around my skull and into my brain mother continues to speak.

"Yes, I knew what I was doing and yes I knew what YOU were doing, you naughty boy. If I'm honest with you and myself I can say that I liked it."

My jaw drops as she continues to speak with a smile "I love whatever you put into my protein shakes, I haven't been this regular in years. And there is something else, something that made me lightheaded and a little high... though not high enough to become your dummy, but high enough to enjoy it." Mother smiles as she holds her ass off the table, perfect hands clasping the rear of her knees.

Caught in the act I begin to pout, feelings of shame begin to rise and ruin the mood. Seeing the effect her teasing has on me she says "no baby, no don't be that way. It's all in good fun; you got what you wanted, didn't you?"

Rubbing my face with both hands I reply sullenly "I suppose... but ma..."

Interrupting me as she carefully dismounts the shit smeared table mother says "No buts. Get the paper towels and let's clean this mess up, and then we have to go get your grandmother her food. It's almost eleven!"

"Yes mother." I reply, turning towards the kitchen sink, where grandmother keeps the cleaning products. In my head I know I've been beaten this day, mother was as usual one step ahead of me. I'll back off for now, but this is far from over. Smiling I remind myself that I still have grandmother, upstairs... waiting to be fed.

Perhaps it IS time to finally take our grandmother-grandson relationship to the next level.

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YEAR FOUR:

A visitor to this house would be shocked into cardiac arrest by the scene that they'd come upon if they climbed the stairs and walked in on us right now, and rightly so. If mother could see me know, I think to myself, she would either applaud or get the rifle from the gun cabinet and blow my brains out, I smile grimly at the thought.

On the floor of Grandma's bathroom she grunts and sweats, lost in the moment. I'm behind her, hands gripping her wide, pale hips. Fucking my grandmother in her well used, muscular asshole before breakfast is now as normal for me and my mother's mother as checking the mail. I begin to slap her ass, driving my cock in and out of her light brown pucker. She screams and groans, turning it into a growl.

"Grraa I'm doing it daddy, can you feel it? Do you feel your grandmother's shit?"

She gasps and pants between words like a lust filled animal, forcing her ass back in time to my thrusts. Little squirts of displaced air squeeze past my shaft forcing her sphincter to emit obscene, wet noises. As her shit begins to occupy the space my dick is filling I begin to slam my hips forward harder, determined not to be forced out by the hot log of excrement my grandmother is attempting to produce.

I laugh and throw my head back, pulling back on her shoulders and ramming my engorged dick forward into her body. Every now and then I am struck by the depths of depravity I have managed to sink with my grandmother - years ago we were a normal grandmother and grandson. She made the rules and I obeyed them. Now with hard work, planning and patience, she is now my more than willing brain-washed sex slave and lover. She lives to please me, and I live to please her. I love my grandmother very much, with my entire mind body and soul.

I slow my movements, garnering a disappointed moan from Grandmother. With my left hand I reach to the floor and grab the dog rope toy that I purchased earlier this month from the mall. As I bring it around near her face she opens her mouth wide, tongue out and gasping for air. Slowing my thrusts into her hot anal opening further I allow her to grip the dog toy with her teeth. Adjusting to the toy she allows me to get a grip on the other end with my free hand. Slowly I pull her back towards me with both hands using the dog rope toy like a harness. I shift my grip to an underhand one on either end of the rope toy, and begin to pull her back towards me as I force my full penis forward into her back door.

My grandmother goes with this motion, rising up off of her forearms to her palms and allowing the rope toy to pull her head upwards and back towards her grandson. We begin to move in unison again, grunting and panting, pulling her back into me with the rope, her forcing her ass back into me, and myself using the leverage to slam my swollen dick deep into her shit filled bowels. The only sounds are the wet smack of flesh meeting flesh, the animal noises of two humans on the edge of the sickest ecstasy, and the squelching of my grandmother's wet sphincter around her grandson's thick member.

I release my hold on the rope. Feeling it go slack she spits it out and I grab it and toss it aside. I wrap my hands around her sweat slick face, palming her feverish head with boy hands like an obscene toy.

Pulling back and up with a lusty growl I command "Come here you old bitch."

Through clenched teeth she replies "Fuck you." Her body betrays her and responds to mine as she moves back, embedding her ass further onto my cock.

This is all rehearsed and throws more fuel on the fire. I start pawing and grabbing at her face with my hands as I continue to rock my dick deep into my mother's mother.

"I'm going to cum! Grandma I'm going to cum!"

With a wanton animal lust in her voice she screams hoarsely "YES! DO IT! CUM IN MY ASS! SHIT FUCK FUCKING SMACK ME!"

I feel her body tensing up, building towards her own body shaking orgasm. The tempo increases as we both devolve into a lust fueled frenzy, bodies smashing together where they meet.

I hook the first two fingers of my left hand into her mouth - fish-hooking her, at the same time that I cock back my right hand.

"Here. I. Come!" I groan as I feel the electric shock of a soul shaking orgasm begin to build somewhere deep inside my loins. My hips begin to buck of their own accord and I bring my right hand forward to land a resounding slap on the right side of my grandmother's face. My grandmother barely notices the blow and tosses her head like a stallion, caught in the moment. She is fish-hooked, being violently fucked in her ass on the bathroom floor by her only grandson and when the slap lands she shudders and snorts, and starts to cum violently beneath me, her spine quaking underneath my weight like she's experiencing a grand mal seizure.

We both collapse to the bathroom floor in fetal positions, naturally spooning. We are reduced to two sweaty, slick bodies shuddering and shaking, grandmother and grandson gasping for air. Wrapped around my grandmother I feel safe, I feel whole. Listening to our gasps for breath and feeling her body jiggle from the powerful effects of her orgasm, I am at peace.




Grandma I'm Home Ch. 05



As aftershocks continue to wrack her body my softening penis is finally forced out of her anus by a gurgle of curdled, pulverized feces. The residual spasms of pleasure force her to void her bowels, splattering our bodies with her waste. She moans with relief, snuggling her ass into the curve of her grandson's body as the shit continues to escape her abused anus. After a few minutes basking in the endorphin loaded afterglow of our incredible shared orgasm I climb to my feet and stand up, shaky and covered with sweat, shit and semen.

"I need to wash off before I go check on breakfast, you OK Grandma?" I ask as I step over her towards the shower. My only answer is the start of a hearty thick snore; poor girl has passed out on the floor in a puddle of hormone-laden shit.

In her unconscious state her anus is loose and gaping, small bits of feces still bubbling out along with puffs of fetid air. As I look down on my semen and shit coated grandmother I am touched by her innocence, her vulnerability. I love this woman in a way that no one could possibly understand, and with good reason. This relationship defies all logic and crosses every line and is now in a realm on its own. 

An idea hits me and I act on impulse. I step back over my grandmother, bracing myself above her with both hands on the sink. Balanced, I use my right hand to steady myself and bring my left down to my slowly reawakening, still shit slicked cock. Relaxing with an effort of will I think of a rushing river, of flowing seas, of sticking my hand in a warm glass of water. I am rewarded when I feel my bladder awaken and the tingling feeling of urine beginning to rush towards the head of my dick. I carefully aim my now semi erect cock down towards my grandmother's head and smile.

As the first splashes of warm piss leave my dick and hit my grandmother's shoulders and neck she arches her back and sighs unconsciously. The message is clear, nonverbal communication that speaks to me as clearly as if she spoke the words aloud. I slowly lower myself and sink to my knees behind her, urine flowing from my now hard dick in spurts and sprays as I move.

I manage to position the head of my cock by her filthy anus and guide the tip in, hearing her sigh of contentment as her grandson's dick again fills the void. My full arousal has shut off the flow of urine - relaxing again with my cock embedded in her rectum I breathe deep, allowing it to flow once more. I balance on the line between arousal and waste elimination, keeping my dick hard while still being able to give grandma what she wants: a piss and shit enema.

I empty my bladder into her rectum and stand again, my now flaccid penis slipping from her body with a slurping sound followed by a stinking yellow froth.

"Good grandma?" I asked innocently, as if I just did anything else in the world than urinate into my grandmother's bowels.

By way of reply she rolls over onto her right side and resumes snoring. I step into the tub and watch as she grunts in her sleep. The grunt is followed by a shotgun blast of shit, piss and semen that exits her well used rectum and splatters the wall of the bathroom. I smile at this display of wanton abandon of all decency and decorum, a warm feeling growing in my heart as I watch the liquid run down the tiled wall to join the mess on the floor. If this isn't happiness, what is?

I step back into the shower and turn on the hot water, looking around for the Luffa-scrub. Looking over towards my sweetly snoring grandmother I whisper "I love you grandma" - more for myself than anything else. I scrub up using a good thick bar of soap, making sure to pay special attention to my genital area. I step out and over my comatose Grandmother, grabbing a towel as I pass over her body. Grandmother remains in her oblivious sex coma, snoring softly, blowing bubbles into the mess that slops the white tile.

Carefully I navigate my way out of the bathroom and head downstairs, smelling the sweeter scent of the kitchen as I descend. From the bottom of the steps I cast my gaze around the first floor of the house - from the looks of things you would never imagine such a filthy relationship between family members is ongoing. The floors are spotless, swept every night before bed. The furnishings and upholstery looks and smells new. We try to confine the worst of our lovemaking to places with easy clean up; if someone was to visit us the only giveaway would be the smell. Certain activities cause certain smells to fill the air, a perfume that I have long since learned to love. I head down the hallway to see to breakfast - I have a feeling this will be another day in paradise.

Mother is 'off duty' today, something about a date with a potential new man. I am not the jealous type; I know my mother's incestuous love withstands all challengers. Alone in the kitchen I finish breakfast, a smorgasbord of thick cut leftover ham, sausage, eggs, pancakes, waffles and all the trimmings.

I am laying out the various dishes on the serving tray when I hear a sound from what I assume to be upstairs. I turn my head and begin to say "Breakfast is serv-" but I never get to finish, my fully nude and dripping wet grandmother crosses the kitchen floor and places her index finger vertically across my lips, ending the sentence.

Smelling of soap and hair conditioner she replies "I know honey and the food smells wonderful. I'm starved, let's eat!"

My grandmother is downstairs, in the kitchen... on the first floor of the house. I have to force myself to close my gaping mouth, this is new! This is a change in an otherwise unbroken string of mornings that began in much the same way. After becoming lax in my ways, I now feel an old familiar fear bubble up in my guts. What if this placid peace and control that I have taken for granted is about to slip? Is it possible that after so long, could grandmother be about to come to her senses?

"Grandma did you take a shower? Wouldn't you be more comfortable in the bedroom?" I say in what was intended to be a command but came out as a plea. "Breakfast isn't ready yet and you know how you like it in bed, right?" 

I am beginning to become very nervous. This change in routine has shaken me up more than I want to admit and am struggling not to show it.

"Baby," grandmother starts as she takes a seat at the kitchen table "things are going to change around here. Last night grandma had a dream, and I want to share it with you."

This only served to heighten my nervous condition. I move past the table where my nude grandmother sits and move to the stove. I mechanically begin to plate our breakfast, sausage, hash browns, pancakes and a four cheese omelet. I fill the bed tray out of habit, layering the plates so their edges overlap but the food stays apart.

"Go on grandma please. I'm always ready for new ideas. I love you."

I begin to lift the tray before I realize my mistake and half chuckle to myself, lowering it back to the table. Grandma hears this chuckle and misunderstands the source of my amusement. As if in a dream I hear her shift her bare feet on the linoleum floor under the table.

Tenting her fingers in front of her makeup-free face she begins "Baby, I don't like the way things have evolved." She clears her throat before continuing "We are going..." I interrupt her mid sentence by moving her plate from the serving tray to the table and sitting down opposite her.

"Grandma less talk more eats, right?" I asked hopefully pushing her plate closer, almost all belief of our current situation continuing gone. Outwards I am projecting what I hope is a warm, loving smile. Inside I am frantically scrambling for an answer to this new wrinkle in my plans.

I do not want this to end; years spent building this... relationship if it can be called that. I can't let this go without a fight, and I won't. If grandmother thinks she can simply cause things to end, she is in for a rude awakening.

I inhale to begin to mount a verbal defense when she leans across the table and repeats the gesture of placing her finger vertically across my lips. She leans her face closer to mine slowly, intently. I am surprised and aroused by the move, and allow her to take the initiative, if only for the moment.

"You didn't let me finish, dear. I don't like the way things are going. We are going... too slow." With these words her frown begins to fade and like the dawn after a long night it returns.

My mind is spinning, blown away by this turn in my fortunes. Before I can capitalize on this opportunity the silence is broken by a familiar sound. I hear a pop, followed by a low gurgle that is both strange and familiar at the same time. This sound is accompanied by a smell, strange only because until today it has never started in this place, the kitchen.

I have heard this particular sound and smell before and it is familiar because I have enjoyed this odor a thousand times before today but never here. Here in the kitchen, sitting in front of me, my grandmother is beginning to move her bowels.

Leaning forward grandma rests her forearms on the table, raising her ass slightly off the seat. She locks eyes with her grandson and I hear a crackle and then a meaty plop. With a stunned buzz I realize that sound was her shit, my grandmother's shit, falling from her anus and hitting the floor.

My grandmother is taking a shit, in the kitchen, through the gap in the kitchen chair. I am entranced and instantly aroused - this is a new level of our relationship, so lewd and raw. As I gape openly she pushes out load after load through the wooden supports of her chair onto the floor behind her. Just when I think things can go no further she slowly settles back into the chair with a satisfied smile, picks a piece of bacon off of a plate on the tray in front of her, and pops it into her mouth.

Chewing slowly she states "We are going to take things to a new level my dear. I have waited patiently for you to do it on your own but Grandma is too old to waste any more time."

This sentence is accompanied by the bubble of warm malodorous air escaping her rear. "Excuse me dear; grandmother is a bit gassy this morning."

I maintain eye contact and attempt to process everything that has occurred in the past few minutes. Under the table my erect penis is pressing firmly against the underside, pulsing with my racing heartbeat.

As I hear mother's car pull into the driveway outside I ask grandmother "Where do you want to take this relationship, Grandmother?"

With a naughty, nasty grin grandmother replies "Well deary, for starters I want you and your big cock swinging mother to fuck me, here in the kitchen."

Feeling like I am in a dream I stammer "You know about... how? and ... but what about... " 

Grandmother glances over her shoulder casually and replies "Yes, I know you and your mother deary, I may be old but I'm not senile... If you are worried about the shit on the floor behind me, well... never mind that. We'll get to that part later dear-heart. Why don't you unload that tray, and set a spot for your mother. We have so many things to talk about!"

To our right the door opens mother steps in and pauses. Scanning the scene she absorbs the look on my face, the fact that grandmother is naked sitting in the kitchen and then the smell hits her, that rich fecund scent of a well balanced, high fiber diet. Locking eyes with Grandmother she smiles and closes the door behind her, beautifully manicured nails clicking against the door knob.

"Based on the smell in here and the look on his cute innocent face I take it that you've told him?"

Grandmother reaches across the table and places her hand over mine. "Not all, sweetie. I've only just begun! Have you eaten?"

Crossing the kitchen mother replies "No baby, I haven't... it's been a hell of a morning." Leaning into kiss her son she says with a smile "I saved my appetite for you, my naughty little shit demon."

I am totally, unabashedly speechless. I look from grandmother to mother, mother's smile to grandma's smile, from grandmother's breasts that have somehow come to rest atop the table to the thick pole that has begun to tent mother's white sun dress... and I have nothing. I can only blink and stare, my mind struggling to catch up to the series of rapid and earth shaking revelations.

With delight in her voice mother exclaims "Oh look Granny! We've rendered our boy speechless!"

Grandmother grunts and pushes out what based on the sound as it impacts the linoleum can only be another huge log of shit. Mother reaches down and grasps the hem of her white sun dress, and begins to pull it up and over her erection, stopping once her purple shaft has cleared the material. In slow motion I observe a single clear drop of pre-cum emerge from the dark slit of her girl-cock and remain perched there, sunlight filtering through the semen like dew on a morning rose. This all seems so... surreal.

What comes next? We are so far off of the beaten path, literally anything. As mother steps closer to my chair, beautiful thick cock swaying slightly I close my eyes and release myself to the currents of fate.

I have lost all control of the situation, and where we go from here is anyone's guess.